The First Academy in the Cultivation World

If she spent nine high-grade spirit stones, the tuition fee would be 20!

Dongfang Zichu said with certainty: "I can come back!"

Ling Yan'er grabbed Dongfang Zichu and lifted him up, saying, "If he can't come back, let him go out and perform to pay off his debts!"

Dongfang Zichu's head was filled with black lines. This was not necessary...

Hua Qingfeng pondered for a moment and said, "If it costs nine high-grade spirit stones, there will probably be independent cultivators who are short of spirit stones to do it."

After all, although it is a bit far and it will probably take a year to go back and forth, the amount given is indeed a lot.

After all, Hua Qingfeng, as a direct disciple of the ten major sects, only managed to accumulate six high-grade spirit stones after he made the golden elixir.

Ling Yan'er handed the spirit stone to Hua Qingfeng and said, "Then you can go with Dongfang Zichu this weekend."

Then he took out two handfuls of mid-grade spirit stones and asked, "How much does Kuixingtang charge?"

Hua Qingfeng took two mid-grade spirit stones and said, "All published tasks will be charged 5 low-grade spirit stones as a handling fee. If successful, we will charge % of the total price."

They're making money on both ends! Ling Yan'er was amazed: "Those who open this business are making too much money."

Hua Qingfeng said, "Actually, if no one takes up this simple task within three months, Kuixingtang will arrange for one of their own people to deliver it."

A high completion rate of ordinary tasks will also help to increase the popularity of Kuixingtang. After all, if you want to publish a task, you naturally hope that someone can complete it, and you must consider the overall strength of Kuixingtang.

Kuixingtang would not let its own people die on those tasks that looked difficult at first glance.

Ling Yan'er nodded: "There's a guarantee, that's good."

As expected, this crappy game was the only one that had no guaranteed bet. After Ling Yan'er and Hua Qingfeng discussed it, they returned to the dormitory.

Dongfang Zichu floated into the study, poured water and ground ink. He wanted to write a letter to Lin Zidie.

Ling Yan'er looked at Dongfang Zichu holding an ink block almost as tall as him and grinding ink without saying anything. She quietly took two pictures and then recorded a video.

So cute! If she hadn't been able to send a message, she would have posted it on her social media! On her WeChat Moments! On her blog! Showing it off to the whole world!

Dongfang Zichu knew Ling Yan'er was watching. He spun the ink block around twice, then used his spiritual power to make it move on its own. He flew over to Ling Yan'er and said, "You're secretly filming me again?!"

Ling Yan'er clicked on the photo album and praised, "It's so cute, I couldn't help it."

Dongfang Zichu didn't know Ling Yan'er was taking photos at first, until when they were in the secret realm, Ling Yan'er saw a sea of ​​flowers and asked Dongfang Zichu to help take photos, which then exposed a bunch of various photos of Dongfang Zichu in the album...

Dongfang Zichu secretly deleted the photos, but there was no way. Dongfang Zichu, who was not familiar with mobile phones, didn't know there was a recycle bin, and Ling Yan'er found them again. Dongfang Zichu thought he couldn't delete them, so he stopped struggling.

Dongfang Zichu found it hard to understand the cuteness Ling Yan'er was talking about. He was about to say something else, but Ling Yan'er quickly changed the subject: "Are you going to write a letter to that butterfly?"

Dongfang Zichu hummed, "If I use a jade slip, I'm afraid someone with ulterior motives will notice it. It's better to write a letter on ordinary stationery and leave my spiritual power mark on it."

He flew back to the desk and used his spiritual power to drive the brush to write a letter, introducing himself in the academy and saying that he might have found a way to restore her child's normal growth, and asked her if she wanted to come and give it a try.

As he folded the letter and prepared to wrap it in stationery, Ling Yan'er handed him a wooden sign. "I suddenly remembered this. If you use this sign, if you hold it and say the name of our school, you can come directly to our school. Inside is a one-way teleportation array triggered by language."

"Why didn't you take this thing out earlier?" Dongfang Zichu gritted his teeth, unfolded the letter paper, and wrote the function of the wooden sign on it.

After Dongfang Zichu placed the wooden sign and the letter paper into the envelope, Ling Yan'er pulled out a branch from Dongfang Zichu's original form from her backpack and asked, "Do you want me to give you some of your branches or leaves as a token of your love?"

Dongfang Zichu even thought Ling Yan'er did it on purpose, but Ling Yan'er looked innocent. Dongfang Zichu said unhappily, "The letter has my spiritual power mark on it, so no other token is needed."

"Oh." Ling Yan'er put the branch back into her backpack and took out two wooden signs. "It's dangerous to go that far. Those who accept the mission to deliver the letter can also take one. If you encounter danger, teleport back to school. Although you have to start all over again, safety is the most important thing."

Dongfang Zichu agreed with this and put the two wooden signs and the letter together.

When sending the children back to Lingyun City on Friday, Dongfang Zichu and Hua Qingfeng followed the flying boat to Lingyun City.

Although Ling Yan'er couldn't leave school, she wasn't too bored, because the little dragon Long Xuyao, who was as thick as two fingers, had gone back because of his roommate, and the little dragon, who was not very familiar with the dragon form, was sent to Ling Yan'er.

Ling Yan'er teased Xiaolong for a while, and when she went downstairs for dinner, she saw Ling Ziye practicing sword. Ling Yan'er recognized from his fancy movements that it was the one she and Dongfang Zichu had picked out from the library.

She stood at the stairs and admired Ling Ziye after he finished practicing. She exclaimed: "It is worthy of being the sword technique I personally chose. It looks even better when practiced in person!"

After I finished sighing, I remembered that I forgot to record the video.

Yuanying cultivators have extraordinary hearing. Ling Ziye heard Ling Yan'er's sigh and looked over with a cold gaze. Ling Yan'er walked over without fear and asked, "How about this sword technique?"

"Flamboyant," Ling Ziye commented, then added, "But the power of the swordsmanship is stronger than I imagined."

If you practice well, it will be comparable to the initial stage of foundation building.

He was so busy studying his own mental skills that he hadn't even looked at this sword technique. Today he took some time to practice and familiarize himself with it, and will teach those little brats next week.

Long Xuyao, who was wrapped around Ling Yan'er's bun, commented: "Don't tell me you only teach such rubbish sword techniques."

"Yeah, by then you'll be able to transform into a human form and you won't be allowed to sleep until you practice a hundred times a day!" Ling Yan'er said bitterly, "Besides, what's wrong with this sword technique? A bunch of little brats who have just started practicing Qi, and some who haven't yet, are lucky enough to learn this sword technique!"

"And you? It's been a week, and you still can't control your true form to fly. Why are you so useless?" Ling Yan'er grabbed Long Xuyao ​​from his head and said, "I remember that the dragon race's instinct is to control the wind and rain. You're already in the Nascent Soul stage, and you can fly in human form, but why can't you fly in dragon form?"

Long Xuyao ​​changed the subject and said to Ling Ziye who continued to practice swordplay, "Actually, I think it's quite ingenious to look at this swordplay more."

Ling Yan'er picked up her phone and searched for the camera footage while saying, "Don't change the subject. You have to learn to fly on your own this weekend. Aren't you ashamed of having others hold you in class every day?"

"It's their honor to hold me in their arms during class." Long Xuyao ​​said proudly.